"How long are we going to stay here?"
In the gap of grass and reeds, Lianshan hesitated again and again, but quietly asked Que Ge this question. Because they had been here for a while, and the ghostly shadows of the grass and reeds hidden in the bamboo forest, and the cold wind blowing from time to time, were really scary.
Que Ge shrugged, looked at Li Zheng, who was sitting on the only chair in front of the desk, and whispered: "If you really want to know, you can ask yourself."
Lianshan quickly shook his head.
He didn't dare. After the experience at the inn, he didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of Li Zheng. And along the way, even though it had only been a few hours, they had passed through several gaps in a row, without stopping, just straight through.
Even now, Lian Shan feels like his head is buzzing, and he can't believe that he just came here. But now, he had never seen or heard of this gap.
Looking around again, Caolu has an ancient charm. All the decorations are antique, including wooden floors, bamboo curtains, and oil lamps. The indoor lighting is dim, and the outside is a transparent hall from north to south, with a bedroom inside.
There was only a small table in the hall. He and Que Ge were kneeling on the futon, guarding the oil lamp. Dahuang was lying under the eaves, waving his tail in boredom, but Li Zheng was not the same. He was sitting on the Taishi's chair, playing with a small purple sand teapot in his hand. His posture was elegant, and his face was half hidden in the darkness. He looked like the mysterious master of the Taishi.
Suddenly, the light jumped.
Lian Shan's eyelids also twitched, but he didn't dare to move easily. He glanced at Que Ge next to him with his peripheral vision, and then looked at Li Zheng opposite with Que Ge.
Li Zheng put down the teapot, looked at the night outside the grass reed, and finally said: "It's going to rain."
Lian Shan then looked outside and found that there was really a patter of rain falling, but because the sky was too dark, he couldn't see it clearly. But in just the blink of an eye, the raindrops became heavier and hit the roof and bamboo leaves, making a sound. Rhubarb barked, as if there was something else in the night rain.
"Ten years of rain in the rivers and lakes." Li Zheng suddenly read a poem. Although the poem came out of his mouth without any sense of violation, Lian Shan was still stunned for a moment.
The next second he realized that this poem was somewhat similar to the current situation.
Que Ge was still bolder and asked directly: "Is it related to the gap?"
Li Zheng stood up leisurely, "Of course. The person who died in this gap and became a part of this gap was a cultural person."
With that said, he picked up the bamboo hat placed on the desk and walked towards the door, "Let's go."
Que Ge stood up from the ground and followed him neatly. Lianshan was almost close. He gritted his teeth and rubbed his numb thighs before pretending to follow as if nothing had happened. Hearing Que Ge ask Li Zheng over there: "Where are we going?"
Li Zheng did not answer immediately, but slowly put on his hat. Then a magical scene happened. The ordinary bucket hat that originally seemed to be worth only 50 yuan suddenly became worth 500 yuan.
Black yarn is still black yarn, but it has become more textured. The shell of the hat looks unchanged, but mysterious black and white patterns appear inside. Even the mountain can't tell what the pattern is, but it's very beautiful, like an ancient totem engraved on a stone tablet, and it has a lot of charm. And on the brim of the hat, there is also a string decorated with pearls hanging down.
On black gauze, beautiful and noble.
"What's this?"
Lianshan couldn't help but ask.
"Settling the storm."
Li Zheng calmly uttered these three words, and his face hidden under the black gauze was looming, "You take the umbrella and follow my footsteps. Remember to step on it accurately, don't walk into the wind and rain, and don't look back. Regardless of what's behind you, Whatever happens, don’t look back.”
Que Ge and Lianshan looked in the direction of his fingers, and sure enough they found two bamboo umbrellas placed in the corner. Lian Shan was a little confused. Was this umbrella there just now? Why didn't he have any impression at all?
"What about Rhubarb?" Que Ge asked.
Dahuang pricked up his ears alertly when he heard his name. Li Zheng also looked over, met its wise eyes, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and took out a square scarf from his pocket.
"Tie it on your head." Li Zheng handed the scarf to Que Ge.
When the senior asked, how could Que Ge refuse? She looked at the blue floral square scarf in her hand, then at Rhubarb, and then secretly glanced at Li Zheng, and began to wonder if Xiao Ming had gotten this floral square scarf, which was quite in line with his aesthetics.
However, the senior could take it out for Dahuang to use at this time, which means that the square towel is probably something in the gap and can keep out the rain. In this case, let's use it for rhubarb. A dog shouldn't require anything beautiful, right?
Que Ge thought so and called Dahuang over.
Dahuang has no idea what it will face. The humans it knows tell it to go, and it goes. Who knew that as soon as he walked in front of him, his head was covered with a piece of cloth. Que Ge tied the scarf into a knot with lightning speed, and a beautiful little village dog was born.
"Woof? Woof!" Dahuang shook his head desperately, but couldn't get rid of it. The feeling of having a piece of cloth wrapped around its head was very strange. It couldn't help but stretched out its paws to pull at it, but was stopped by Li Zheng's eyes.
"Woof!" Terrible human being, what on earth does he want to do!
Li Zheng didn't answer him and walked into the rain. Lian Shan and Que Ge also immediately picked up their umbrellas and opened them, carefully stepping on the footprints he left and moving forward step by step.
"Woof! Woof woof woof!" Dahuang cursed as he followed up, overtook the car at a curve and ran in front of Li Zheng, carrying a piece of floral cloth on his head, and shuttled through the wind and rain without hindrance.
Woof?
Didn't get wet?
Dahuang immediately became happy again and even ran after the raindrops.
Li Zheng followed unhurriedly, seemingly following, but invisibly leading the direction of progress. Because Rhubarb doesn’t really run around, it takes a few steps and finds that the person behind it is not there.
If someone followed him, he would run back and continue to have fun in the wind and rain.
The wind and rain made the bamboo leaves rustle, which reminded Lianshan of Li Zheng's "Ding Feng Bo" poem - Don't listen to the sound of leaves beating through the forest.
I can also be considered a cultural person.
Lianshan thought happily in the midst of suffering.
Not long after, Dahuang, who was playing in the rain, seemed to see something. He barked in the direction behind the mountains, and even let out a low growl squeezed into his throat, his whole body on guard.
Lian Shan also felt like something was approaching from behind. It was silent and terrifying, making people's hair stand on end. In a moment, a drop of rain fell, and it fell on his neck, which was bitingly cold.
But that's not right. He obviously held an umbrella, so where did the rain come from?
If the wind blows the raindrops into the umbrella at an angle, there will not be only one drop based on the amount of rain. Alarm bells suddenly rang in Lianshan's heart. He continued to hold the umbrella with one hand, and already touched the umbrella around his waist with one hand.
arms.
He still remembered Li Zheng's words and could not look back. At this moment, Li Zheng in front of him tore off a leaf from the green bamboo next to him and put it to his mouth and blew it.
In an instant, Qingyue's whistle sounded, and the creepy feeling suddenly receded.
Lian Shan only felt it was magical, and Da Huang also tilted his head, as if he was confused as to why the thing he just saw had disappeared. Lianshan couldn't help but ask: "Can the sound made by blowing bamboo leaves drive away ghosts?"
Que Ge suggested: "Why don't you give it a try?"
Lian Shan was slightly startled, "Can I?"
Both of them looked at Li Zheng. Li Zheng continued to walk forward calmly and replied: "You are free to do whatever you want."
The big guys have spoken, so what else is there to worry about?
Lianshan wouldn't dare to try anything else, but he was still willing to try this method that could save his life at a critical moment. But when he picked a bamboo leaf and blew it, no matter how hard he tried or how many methods he tried, he couldn't make a whistle. After blowing for a long time, there was only the sound of "puff, puff, puff", which made Dahuang cast a strange look.
"Why can't I play it? Is there any technique for this?" Lian Shan asked sincerely.
"Maybe it's because you're not educated enough?" Que Ge joked.
"Woof woof!" Dahuang also came to join in the fun.
Li Zheng walked slowly in front, generously and kindly explaining to the two newcomers from the Search and Rescue Department of the Gas Physics Bureau: "Because it's not the leaves that make the sound."
Lian Shan hurriedly asked: "What is that?"
Que Ge finally reacted, cleared his throat, and said: "Whistle. This is a trivial skill of our Huayuan Road seniors, right?"
Lianshan continued to ask subconsciously: "Then why do you want to pick leaves?"
Li Zheng: "Pick whatever you want."
Just pick it? Lian Shan still didn't understand, but Que Ge understood it again. What does it mean to be casual? This is the natural handsomeness of our Huayuan Road senior.
She still doesn't understand the senior's heart well enough. She should have taken a photo and sent it to Xiao Ming just now.
At the same time, Fangfang City.
It was obviously not raining, but people on the road held umbrellas. Yan Yueming was walking on Heping Street in the early morning with an umbrella, cooperating with the inspection department in the final blockade work.
The entire street was deserted, with only the street lights still on. There were staff wearing uniforms from the Gas Bureau coming and going. Even the Street Office had evacuated as required.
When he was about to reach the end, Yan Yueming suddenly heard a commotion in front of him. He quickly ran over to take a look and saw two members of the patrol department catching a few young people talking. They sounded very angry.
"What's wrong?" Yan Yueming asked.
"It's Xiao Ming. Didn't we catch a few people who were risking their lives?" The patrol team members were also bigger than the two, and couldn't help complaining, "Look, Heping Street has been evacuated, and you still come here to take pictures. What are you taking pictures of?" Aren't you afraid of falling into the gap? Do your parents know that you are out so late?!"
Several young people looked to be in their twenties, even younger than Yan Yueming. The young people were fearless, holding GoPros in their hands, and some put their hands behind their backs as if they were holding something like a remote control.
Yan Yueming looked up at the sky and vaguely heard the sound of a drone. Good guy, I came here to shoot some material, and I am indeed brave enough.
"Didn't we just evacuate? We thought it wouldn't matter if we came now, as we would definitely not come tomorrow!" Several young people begged for mercy, but their attitudes were very upright.
But the patrol team members have never encountered any situation before. One look at their attitude, and you know that it must go in one ear and out the other. If you admit your mistake this time, you will dare to do it next time. You said they were unreasonable. They also knew that they had to hurry up to take pictures. If they were late, they would be in danger.
Yan Yueming suddenly remembered Lao Zhao's words and asked, "Why did you come to Heping Street to take pictures? Filming is prohibited during the evacuation operation of the Gas Photography Bureau."
The first boy said: "Just, just shoot and play."
Yan Yueming: "Do you want to do self-media?"
Boy: "Ah... well, we definitely didn't say anything online. We just want to earn some clicks. You know."
Yan Yueming's focus was not here. He spoke faster and said, "Have you ever photographed No. 14 Heping Street?"
The boy and his companions looked at each other, then shook their heads. But Yan Yueming's mind has opened up. Lao Zhao has mentioned more than once that No. 14 Heping Street is a haunted house. Since there have been major incidents in Heping Street, it is inevitable that bold young people will come to explore the haunted house. Did they find anything here when they came?
Thinking of this, Yan Yueming didn't care anymore. He said "Thank you for your hard work" to the patrol team members and turned around to leave. As he walked, he searched the Internet, and he actually found it——
"Shocking!" The 6th episode of Haunted Mansion Quest! The past and present life of No. 14 Heping Street! 》!
